Chen Ziqian ate very slowly, as though savoring each bite, while he watched Suxin, then gave her a smile that wasn't quite a smile, making Suxin shiver.
"Why are you staring at me like that?"
"Do you really want to know?"
"Out with it! Otherwise, don't expect to taste my fried rice ever again!"
"If I tell you, will you promise not to hit me?"
"Go on! I have great self-control!" Suxin said, restraining herself. Could this pretty boy stop talking in half-sentences that left people itching to know more?
"What era do you think this is to still be wearing pajamas like these? Even women in their fifties dress more fashionably than you. No wonder you're still not married!"
With a "piu," a throw pillow flew at Chen Ziqian.
Luckily, Chen Ziqian was quick enough to catch the flying pillow and then tucked it behind himself, "That was close, almost landed in my bowl!"